Lambda Warriors: Spartans – Soldiers – Lovers
by Bain Pavay (Issue 02/Volume 02 – April 2008)

The lambda symbol seems to be one of the most controversial of symbols in regards to its meaning. There are many opinions as to why the lambda was chosen as a gay symbol and what it really means. But what is rather fascinating is that the gay warriors, the Spartans, who carved this symbol into their battle shields. The ancient Greek Spartans believed the lambda meant unity. Ancient Greeks placed the lambda on shields of Spartan warriors, who were often paired off with younger men in battle. The theory was that warriors would fight more fiercely knowing their lovers were both watching and fighting alongside them. Spartan males were trained from birth to be functioning members of an armed camp. Spartan infants were assessed by the state at birth as to whether they had the robust qualities required to become warriors. Weakling infants were left in the mountains to die. Some were rescued by farmers, but most perished, thus preserving the strong, fit bloodline of the Spartans. Surviving males were thrust into military training at age seven. They were made to endure the cold, either naked or with very little clothing, and fed only watery broth and roots or scraps. Spartan boys were encouraged to steal food from local farmers. The idea was that the boys would be forced to be clever and this would help them in foraging when, as soldiers, they later took part in warfare; while the self-denial imposed on the youth was designed to toughen bodies and make Spartans indifferent to hardship. One leader instituted the practice of scourge bearing wherein older boys were given whips to terrorize younger boys to teach the virtue of obedience. This may have been one of the originating factors that would later be considered as one of the precursors to the master-slave sexual relationship later on. It was also taught that it was the obligation of older military males to introduce their wives to younger, more vigorous male sexual partners for purposes of breeding. Again, we can see that strong male infants were important; but this also brings in the idea of multiple sexual partners.  At age 20, Spartan boys became warriors. Upon reaching adulthood or age 30, the Hoplite was entitled to an equal share in Spartan agricultural land, land that was actually farmed by helots. Now, too, as an equal, the adult warrior could live at home with his bride although he continued to eat in a shared, military mess hall. At age 60 his term of military service ended. Oddly, however, despite the ultra-masculinity of Spartan values, it is believed that homosexuality was somewhat widespread.  Furthermore, there were no white gowns at a Spartan marriage ceremony; rather she was abducted and sexual relations were to be carried on in a clandestine manner. Her husband was taught that to be seen going and coming from his wife was disgraceful; therefore, it was said that some men often saw their first child before gazing upon the face of their wives. Spartan men were required to marry at age 20 after completing the crypteia. A Spartan wedding was not highly ritualized and consisted of the intended bride being abducted with simulated violence. After the wedding night the husband remained living in his barracks and would have no further contact with his wife except for the purpose of procreation. This was ritualized with the wife having to shave her head and dress in male clothing while the husband would wait until his battlemates had gone to sleep before leaving the barracks to do his duty and then returning before they were aware of his absence. In antiquity it was thought that a youth was expected to find himself an older lover, and that pederasty, a social practice common throughout most of Greece, was especially so in Sparta, they were the best army in the world where the ephors fined any eligible man who did not have chaste relationships with youths. However, according to one author, an examination of the historical details reveals that “references to particular homosexual attachments of Spartans are conspicuous even by Greek standards”. What can we learn from Ancient Greece as modern gay men?  Greece has long been portrayed as a homosexual paradise for today’s modern gays and lesbians.  2300 years ago men in Greece had wives, mistresses, and lovers of either gender.  The most famous historic gay culture, Greek society normalized same-sex love among its male and female members.  Homosexual relations were believed to be above the lower classes, reserved for middle class and aristocracy.  Ancient Greek culture honored gay relations as a flourishing empire; a period when Lambda warriors, an army of homosexual male soldiers, successfully conquered neighboring lands. Ancient Greeks were pagan and deeply religious, truly believing that by exceeding feats of the gods they could become gods themselves. Delving into the world’s queer history, early accounts of same-sex relationships come from Ancient Greece.  Such relationships did not replace marriage between man and woman but occurred before and beside it.  The relationships were typically pederastic and it would be less common for a man to have a mature male mate (though some did): typically, a man would be the “erastes” (lover) to an adolescent “eromenos” (loved one). In this relationship it was considered improper for the adolescent to feel desire, as that would not be masculine. Driven by aspiration and admiration, the elder of the two would devote himself unselfishly to providing all the education his young man required to thrive in society. The Greek symbol lambda was emblazoned on the shields of Spartan warriors in ancient Greece.  While the city-state is famous for its legendary battle prowess, it is also notable for its practice of pairing experienced soldiers with young new recruits for both training and sex. The lambda was co-opted by gay activists during the 1950s and 1960s. While its usage is down somewhat, it is still sometimes favored by collegiate gay men today for its wry commentary on Greek fraternity traditions and is still used as an identifier from one homosexual to another.

Lots of guys are looking too. We did a little on-line cruising
ourselves in various personals and found some very oh so
interesting wants and needs. Whether you are looking for a one night stand, a weekly encounter or simply friendship with a horse, you can find it.
These are the ones that got our attention. Enjoy!

NOT GAY BUT LOOKING FOR A GUY WHO IS
I am not gay as I have a girlfriend and a kid.. but recently I have had a strong urge to take a cock or 2 in my ass….looking to try it for the first time, I am new to it all but willing to try anything… not into kissing though but I will suck your cock and let you fuck me and cum deep in my ass… looking for a fuck and go thing but maybe if I like it…hmmm well see where that goes… I am very descreet, 18 five foot six and 140lbs. You can say im kinda short? I am real but cannot host due to the baby…. looking for someone around or older then 30 im avalible most days after 5 or so for a few hours. Send picture of cock at least with reply and please dont be to overweight as im kinda tiny haha.

pepperoni and mushrooms
You watched me blow my buddy through the screen door as you delivered a pepperoni and mushroom deep dish pizza last night. You must have liked what you saw you since you had a huge hard on as I paid you. Would like you to delivery your mushroom head soon. Please respond!

LOOKING FOR MALE HORSE
I am looking for someone with a male horse for friendship maybe more. I am trying to be as discrete as possible, but send me an email and I will tell you all about it.

WAKIN’ UP HUNGRY
Clean white professional male. Seeking similar masculine white collar professionals who would like have “breakfast in bed.” Must like hard boiled eggs and eating smooth tight ass. It will be hot to go first thing in the morning. Be in shape, have a nice round ass and a pretty pink hole. Please respond for further details. Must have pic.

You FUCKED my ass with a STRAP ON after we left 4th Street
Last weekend we both were drunk at blank blank sports bar…..You said you wanted to take me home and your boyfriend drove us back to your apartment since we were so drunk…..You dragged me to your bedroom and went to your dresser drawer……Your boyfriend tied me up and you then pulled out a tube of lube and the BIGGEST strapon that I have ever seen!!! You then asked if you could FUCK my drunk ass and I said YES. OMG it was so fucking hot!!! You made me moan and take long, deep strokes until I came!!! Put “Strapon One Night Stand” in the subject line if that was you……I wanna do it again!!! I hope my ASS looks familiar to you because you FUCKED it soooo good!

one is the loneliest number
A sexy half Italian half sexual sprit looking for that special guy. Full of magical qualities that need recriprocation. Dreams to be fullfilled and a gapping wet hole waiting for your man cock. Fuck me until we pass out from exhausted bliss. Please be hung extra large and be a true and honest gentleman.

Pajama party last weekend
You were the sexy man in the care bears pajamas. We danced until we were hot then touched the ice to cool down. I wanted to touch more, did you? I hope so.

bitch bottom
Spank it, touch it, lick it. Fuck it, abuse it, stick it. Pet it, tickle it, stretch it. Eat it, smell it, want it. But don’t leave it until I am satisfied.

dirty dawg in his 4×4
This bad boy is up for some rough terrain. I am a husky, hairy well hung dude in a baseball cap seeking good times and hard livin with like minded men. I supply the ride and you supply the brew. Let’s drive to a secluded area. Strip down to nothing but our boots and get naughty and nasty in the cab of my truck. Dude is that you? Yeah man. Let’s fuck all night like jack wabbits!

lipstick Lez pretend
Slim feminine and pretty dude looking for others similar in appearence for simulated lipstick lezzie sex. Dress me up in Victorias Secret, shave my beaver and hit my g-spot. Pretty, dominant, female corporate realness highly appreciated. Uncut and redheads preferred.

Rainy days
The rainy weather gives me a big boner. How about you mister? Hosting here so come on over and shower me with your man mist. I don’t have an umbrella.

Your cream pie
Fuck me out in the desert! I am looking for a white male any age to fuck me out in the desert day or night!  We’ll meet and take my scooter into the desert and we’ll get naked – I will blow you hard and then you can fuck me till you cum, in our out of me. I love a good creampie, so I hope you shoot lots of cum.I will bend over or spread my man pussy for you. I do not have a lot of time, so I’d like to make this happen ASAP, since I have to be at work at 11pm. I do not care what you look like as long as you’re cool and down to earth. I am just going to be using you for you juicy cock. I don’t mind being your whore for a while. Just leave me dripping.

dream lover
Candles, soft music and massage. I will welcome you with open arms and drape you in a silken robe. I am a highly skilled and spiritual massage therapist. Let me take you to another world with my touch and healing. I will find the inner you as I massage your rectum. Give me your sacred seed. I want to see you explode. Be my lover for 90 miniutes. Cash and credit cards accepted.

Be my sissy boy
My home. Married clean cut professional gentle daddy type here. I am 6’2”, 214, cut, verbal, nasty and very open minded and kinky. I want to lay back and watch you enjoy my shaved cut manhood. Have an extra long foreskin. Suck it and chew it. Sissy boys only as long as you’re real and are not looking for a long drawn out email courtship. I’m ready to host today. Let’s do this without too much messaging. If you’re a sissy, please be ready to come over and dress for me here, or have yor sissy stuff on under your clothes when you arrive. Please have long feminine fingers. Long nails a plus. If you are into it please be in touch and God bless.

plushie:
1) A type of doll made from fabric and filled with any kind of soft stuffing. (i.e. cotton, feathers, nylon, etc.)
2) A person who has a strong – usually erotic – attachment to stuffed animals

My first encounter with anything resembling plushie sex—or plushophilia—came, perhaps unsurprisingly, a few years ago at Burning Man. I’d wandered into Jiffy Lube, a theme camp catering primarily to randy gay Burners where sexual activity is explicitly encouraged (their motto being, “Get in. Get off. Get out.”) I was no stranger to anonymous sex venues, and, for the most part, this one felt just like most others—a darkened space where men spoke in hushed tones, if at all, and approached each other with sideward glances. “Same old, same old,” I thought to myself. That was until I peered around a corner and came upon a man dressed head-to-toe in a yellow bunny suit vigorously fucking another man—his bunny tail bopping back and forth in rhythm with his thrusting, his tall bunny ears flopping up and down. Now this wasn’t something you saw every day. I was mesmerized. Later that same week, I ended up spending the better part of an evening dancing with a man who called himself Decible. He wore a heavy, scraggly wool body suit that made him look like a yeti who had made a wrong turn in the snowy Himalayas and ended up in the in the northern Nevada desert. My senses heightened as they were, I nestled a cheek against his furry chest and felt comforted, and yeah, excited. A year or so later, a good friend of mine showed up at Folsom Street Fair wearing nothing but a pair of stuffed unicorns he’d fashioned into a sort of fantastical jock strap. “Meet Razzle and Dazzle!” he said, by way of introduction. Among a sea of chaps and nipple clamps, Razzle and Dazzle stood out. A flier for a recent party at a San Francisco bar featured a beefy, hirsute man dancing in a pair of briefs and sporting a grinning, oversized bunny head. As I type this, the daily challenge on the Facebook Group, “Gay Boys with Beards,” has members posting pictures of themselves with stuffed animals. And, as it turns out, the poster for this year’s Folsom Street Fair prominently includes—among the other fetishists—someone wearing a pink, furry pig suit. Plushie sex, it seems, while certainly not mainstream, is making strides in taking its place among long-established kinks like leather and bondage. You know those teddy bears in little leather harness you sometimes see in sex shops and novelty stores? To some they’re anything but novel. Take FoxWolfie Galen, for example. Spend any amount of time Googling about plushophiles, and you’ll undoubtedly run across FoxWolfie’s site. For better or worse, he’s become one of the more visible members of the plushie community by virtue of his candidness. This “King of the Plushies,” as he’s sometimes known, has even been the subject of articles in both Vanity Fair and Salon. FoxWolfie’s site is a veritable treasure trove of information about plushies and plushie sex. There you’ll find surveys and links, artwork and a glossary, as well as an FAQ where he declares, “giving my gift of love to my plushies is a sacramental act.” A point of clarification… There’s a larger community of people, sometimes referred to as the “furry fandom,” “furrydom,” “fur fandom,” or “furdom,” with an affinity for fictional animal characters with human personalities and characteristics. Members of the furry fandom, known as “furries,” may or may not be plushophiles. As you might imagine, animated Disney movies are the stuff that furrydom fantasies are made of. And, in fact, a plushie of Meeko, the raccoon from Pocahontas is generally recognized as one of the most popular stuffed animals among plushophiles. As with any group, furrydom has a language of it’s own. For example, a “fursuit” refers to the type of full-body costume worn by the type of mascots you might see at sporting events. A “fursuiter” is someone who wears a fursuit, and a “furvert” is someone attracted to them. Furries display affection by “skritching” or scratching each other’s backs as if grooming one another. A ”fur pile” is when a group of furries lay on top of one another. “Yiff” is the furry word for sex, “yiffy” means sexy or horny and “yiffing” is full on mating (either with a stuffed animal or a person in plushie garb.) ”Spooge” is, well… spooge probably doesn’t need defining. And then there’s “SPA” (or, strategically placed appendage) and “SPH” (or, strategically placed hole.) These being modifications—sometimes crude, sometimes elaborate—that allow for yiffing as either a top or bottom, depending on your mood or preference. Furries and plushies also have their own literature, including the sexy comic-book series, Genus, as well as Softpaw Magazine. And they gather at conventions like Midwest FurFest, Anthrocon, Further Confusion, Erofurence and Califur, among others. Up to this point, my personal experience with plushie sex had been limited. Aside from observing the aforementioned fucking bunny at Burning Man, they consisted of jerking off in my bed as a teenager with the stuffed animals from my childhood looking on. And while theory is all well and good, online research into online plushiedom left me feeling unfulfilled. The time had come to experiment with an SPH of my own. So, I went in search of my first honest-to-goodness plushie partner. Out of sheer convenience, I first set my sights on an old friend—a stuffed monkey named Virgil my parents had brought home from a vacation. He’d spent his early years in my crib, then my bed and now sits on a shelf in my apartment. But I had a hard time picturing Virgil that way. Just like with flesh and blood sex partners, it seems that I prefer to work out my kinks with strangers, at least initially. After a quick trip to a toy store, I settled on two-foot tall panda bear. I figured its center seam would make for a convenient SPH. So I carefully cut the little guy open, got myself hard (thinking about everything except what I was about to do) and… OUCH! One bit of advice I must have missed on the plushie sex message boards was that synthetic fiberfill can be… irritating. Undeterred, I went searching around the house for a solution. Let’s see… Condom? Too clinical. Cellophane wrap? Too homemade. And then a moment of inspiration. With more excitement than I’d like to admit, I grabbed a Fleshlight from the toy chest, removed the soft inner core and placed it inside the furry little guy’s crotch. And suddenly there was a fleshy little opening right where a fleshy little opening should be. I lubed it up and, holding panda by both hands, lowered him down onto my hard-again dick. Not bad. Not bad at all, to tell the truth. I grinned and he seemed to grin back. I slid him up and down and spun him around a few times until I finished. Yes. I fucked a stuffed panda. And I liked it.

by Matt James

The short autobiography you are about to read is a contribution from a guy named Liam. We met on a train to Los Angeles. He had been working in San Francisco for a regular “client” and I was headed to friend’s for some rest and relaxation. This is one of those leave it to fate moments. A seasoned male escort meets a publisher of male erotica …a match made in heaven when one of the two is seeking some editorial content for a good read. He agreed to write a little something about himself for Handbook readers and here is what he had to say.

Okay first of all let me say I am not a writer. Not much one for written words however I did want to share some of my experiences and thoughts about how I pay the bills. I am a 29 year old white male. I am 5’-10” tall, 175 pounds, light brown hair, fairly smooth and carry 8 inches of un-cut meat between my legs. I am not going to say very good looking or handsome but I will say that I am easy on the eyes. My father was Irish and my mother was Dutch. We moved from Ireland to the US when I was three years old. I grew up in Seattle Washington in the Fremont area and lived there until I was old enough to get the hell out. That place was not for me. Too cold and way too sleepy for it’s own good. No offense to all of you from Washington. It just wasn’t for me. My teenage memories of Seattle sexually were of the usual.  I jerked off alot and had a few regular buddies to play with. Class mates and some of the neighborhood boys. At an early age I knew I had something to offer. I was hung large for my age and I loved to show it off whenever I got the chance. I remember walking to the corner store when I was about 17 in a pair of thin worn out sweat pants and no underwear. I got so much pleasure out of all the stares and smiles. It made me feel important. That may sound strange but it really did. People may say that I didn’t receive the love and nurturing I should have received as a child that’s why you are seeking the attention sexually. That’s not the case. I was close to my father or mother and hugs were always the answer to everything. I wasn’t abused or treated badly.  I have no complaints. I just love sharing my dick! End of discussion. I moved to Los Angeles when I was about 22 with a friend who’s family owned a house that needed a little maintenance. So for free rent we would do some light construction and yard work. It was awesome. The weather was the complete opposite of Seattle. I could free-ball (no underwear for those who aren’t familiar with that term) any day or night of the year. We had a great place to live and I was happy. I worked a few jobs here and there until I found something I really enjoyed (aside from sex) was working in the yard at the home we were living in. I answered an add in the paper for titled “Gardner needed for Brentwood home and generous executive.” The long and short of it is I was hired. The only requirement was that I work with my shirt off. There was no funny business and the guy was on the up and up. He was a quite, well educated professional who needed some regular eye candy. I fit that bill. One afternoon I had been working in the front garden when a guy who I had noticed jogging by once before stopped to talk . He wanted to know if I might be interested in coming by his place after I finished my day here so he could show me his yard as he was looking for someone to take care of some things. Okay, this sounds like it’s right out of a porn, but I am telling you this kind of shit happens all the time. When I think back to it I still get a puffy.  Anyway, I stopped by this guys place, talked gardening for about ten minutes and of course there was some sexual tension because I thought this guy was hot. Could it have been my dick growing in my pants as we were talking? I think so because the conversation turned from fertilizer and ground cover to him laying out $300.00 bucks and asking me if he could get a taste of what was in my pants. At that point a light went off. I have to be honest and say that the escort light was there all the time I just didn’t really know who to go about making it happen. Needless to say this guy laid down the cash I dropped my pants and he gave me the most unbelievable blow job I have had up to that point. It lasted for about an hour. He would get me close and then stop. Get me close again and we would share a beer. It went on for about an hour. I was in hog heaven! It was this guy who got me started in the business. He had a friend who liked to have regular relations with male escorts and he would like to pass my number along. Of course I agreed. I thought to myself that if I could manage gardening and escorting, both part time that would be an ideal situation for me. Needless to say, I never worked in that guys yard. Actually I never saw him again even though I am still working for the same man at the same residence as where I met that jogger. I currently have about six regular men I visit at various times of the year. They all pay very well and I have been to some amazing places. Paris, Spain, Thailand and others. My rates vary depending on how much time we spend together and also based upon how often we see each other. My rates, well, I would rather not give out that information but I will say I don’t have to worry about my finances. I don’t just satisfy the needs of men who like to get fucked. One of my regulars likes to service me while I slap his ass. Another guy (a married man) who I see at least once a month at his vacation home in here in Los Angeles likes to make me dinner, shower with me and cuddle all night. No sex at all. Being an escort in some regards is like being an unlicensed therapist. It sounds cliche but its true. These men slowly open up to you and feel as if they can share their most intimate and personal thoughts. It’s pretty amazing if you really think abut that dynamic. It’s taken a while to gather together a reliable and constant source of income that these gentlemen supply. I have been pretty fortunate and I learned early on to always screen or meet with a perspective client before hand. It’s worked for me up to this point so I am not messing with a good system. At the end of the day I go to bed happy with how things have turned out for me. I have some money in the bank, invested some for later, met some very interesting people and the best part is I am my own boss doing what I love to do. Sharing my dick  and tending to gardens.

(From Issue 01/Volume 03 2009)

For a moment John had almost forgotten where he was. The grumble in his stomach and knowing Adam was probably already done with his food was enough for him to finish up. Both he and Adam had a full night out and John definitely had worked up quite an appetite. “Alright, we gotta finish this up. I’m pretty hungry.” John said looking at the boy at his knees. Just a glance at this kid’s creamy, young sweat englazed back partnered up nicely with a perky little boy butt pressed firmly against his groin was enough to make John cum. The kid didn’t give any inkling that John had even spoken to him so John just continued on, harder and faster. The seat crashed on the floor, which made for a fair amount of noise. The poor kid slipped knee first into the toilet. Holding onto the bowl with his sweaty palms wasn’t the easiest thing to do. He slipped even further to the ground causing an incessant flushing as he attempted to stay afloat. This, however, did not interrupt their session. With both hands on either side of the stall for leverage, John continued on. The boy panted like a dog on summertime pavement. John’s breaths got just as deep and fast as his cock in this kid’s ass. The stall shook so much by John’s weight the door flew wide open. Again, nothing could interrupt these two, especially at this point. John could hear his heart pounding like timpani in his ears. Exceedingly faster it raced on, John knew it was almost time. Without any hesitation or warning he let the kid have it. John relieved himself while grabbing hold of the boy’s shoulders, pulling him into to his climax. This was John and Adam’s favorite wafflehouse. By 4am it was always empty. Not the usual truckers and club kid lingerers. In fact, the only patron besides them tonight was a homeless lady at the far end of the bar. She was quietly sipping on coffee and rummaging through nearby ashtrays for the remnants of something substantial to suck on. Surrounding her were 5 plump trash bags. They somewhat resembled a fleet of obese children begging for just a little more. John and Adam took the booth at the other end of the restaurant. Both still reeking of the trough didn’t want to draw any attention, not that some bag lady could do them any harm. Sighing as they seated themselves John and Adam looked at each other and smiled. The sort of smile that reveals everything yet nothing at all. They both began laughing in perfect unison by the time the waiter arrived. “What can I do for you guys tonight?” The waiter asked with his eyes immediately fixed on Adam’s crotch. I forgot to mention that Adam was very keen on wearing jeans that were much to small for him. He also had the stature of a lumberjack so you can imagine how this skinny, still-in-the-closet, late night diner working to purchase his very first cell phone-adonis felt when he was faced with a bouquet like Adam’s wrapped up neat in a pair of 501s. “Well,” John said, fiddling with the waiter’s nametag, “Sam, I’m sure there’s plenty but let’s start out with some coffee first. I love your coffee.” John started. Adam chuckled, then continued with their usual order; 2 breakfast sandwich plates, one with a side of grits. “I’ll just have water, lots of it.” Adam finished. With an arched brow he gave John a nod of affirmation as the kid walked away. Sam returned to the table with their drinks. Removing them from the tray he awkwardly placed them on the table. Adam got up and gestured the kid to the restroom. “Is something wrong?” Sam asked timidly. “No. I just need help with something.” Adam responded. With one arm slung over the his shoulder like a mentoring figure, Adam led Sam to the men’s restroom. John sipped on his coffee patiently while Adam took care of business. it was pretty immediate. Little or no dialogue at all. Adam, with his bare ass on the decrepit hand sink and jeans around his ankles breathed heavily with a growl of primitive ambition. The kid’s mouth sloppily slurped up adam’s cock. Adam just sat on that sink like he was at home watching t.v.  only thing missing was a beer in hand. That beer was replaced by the back of this kid’s head. Sweat seeped from every pour but Adam managed to sit pretty still pressed up against the etched up mirror. As inept as this kid seemed he was certainly an expert cocksucker. Perhaps he’d done this before.  perhaps this was the real reason he was working at the wafflehouse around the corner from the trough. I actually wouldn’t be surprised if he made an obsessive habit out of this. It didn’t really matter because this kid knew exactly what he was doing and Adam was in pure bliss. Working Adam’s balls like a pair of chinese meditation orbs he had adam sighing like a schoolgirl. The kid used his other hand fisted up to pound against Adam’s rock hard, salt and pepper dusted stomach. Playing with the tip of Adam’s modest sized uncut cock, pulling the foreskin back with his talented tongue had Adam panting for more. Adam was close and the kid knew it, he looked up at Adam’s squinted eyes that said yes and smirked as much as he could with a mouth full of cock and took all of Adam causing him to rupture. The kid swallowed it all. Deep down, filling his gullet the kid didn’t even get a taste as it never even touched his tongue.  however, Adam’s drained cock slipped out giving the kid a little taste – salty, bitter. Adam, bending over to pull up his jeans rubbed the kid’s head like a daycare soccer coach to say good job kid. “thanks kid.” Adam said buttoning his fly and leaving the restroom. The etch marks from the mirror imprinted on Adam’s back were the last this kid would ever see of Adam.. perhaps. Like a tattered rag doll tossed on the restroom floor Sam sat eagerly awaiting what was next to come. Both his customers looked like they needed something more than just a breakfast sandwich and grits. Adam returned to the table. The food had just arrived, apparently brought out by the cook as the waiter was nowhere to be found. John just looked up at him and smiled. “Your turn, babe.” Adam said, rubbing John’s shoulders with tender peck on the head. He seated himself and started his meal while John headed to the restroom to start his.

(dirty f-R-iction by Gilberton)
Gilberton is a San Francisco native but now living in  Los Angeles, Ca.
Check out his blog online at  thegapinghole.com
for more of his dirty fiction.

I didn’t see an uncut cock until I was in my early thirties. Growing up in a very white, central Canada area, I had only seen uncircumcised dicks in European porn and maybe the odd foreign film. My friends, guys in college I fooled around with, and guys I fucked in my twenties—-all cut. That all changed shortly after moving to Los Angeles. In a city where a large portionof the population is Latino, many of them uncircumcised, it was only a matter of time before I got my first taste of cock from the other side of the tracks. I remember being in the showers at the gym 10 years ago. Across from me was the most beautiful Cuban man I ever saw, shower curtain askew, stroking his enormous uncut cock. He continued to show off for me until we both shot our loads. All I remember is how enormous and erotic his cock was, and how the foreskin slid up and down his shaft as he jacked off. It was such a turn on. But not everybody would have thought so. Like Coke vs Pepsi or Mac vs PC, we all have our preferences… and cock is no different. In the cut vs uncut debate there are no shortage of opinions on what kind of dick we like to suck on , fuck with, or even just look at. For many men, like my friend David, any cock will do. As long as he has a hot face and decent bod… a dick is a dick… I’m an equal-opportunity cocksucker,” he tells me. “Once his cock gets hard it’s all the same to me. Plus when the guy’s legs are behind his head and I’m pounding his ass I really don’t care about his dick. My friend David is a top, so maybe the look and feel of a guy’s dick is not his first priority. But most men are actually pretty picky about their penis proclivities. And when it comes to what kind of dick is on the menu, most gay guys I talked to don’t mince words when it comes to what they like to put in their mouth or up their butt. For those in the pro-cut camp it seems to be all about aesthetics. The head is exposed, it seems more erotic, as opposed to it being covered up. “It just looks hotter and more masculine,” says my friend Michael. “Uncut cocks don’t look sexual or arousing to me. I like to suck on the head like a lollipop and all that extra skin just gets in the way. And when I see a guy that is semi-hard and he is cut, it is such a major turn-on. All I can think about is getting fucked with nice smooth pole. I just find it way more provocative to see a hot naked guy with a big cut dick hanging between his legs.” Anthony, an uncut English boy I met in London, tells me cut dick is just the epitome of what he finds sexy and masculine. “I grew up around other uncut European boys and whenever I meet an American guy I can’t wait to get in his pants. There’s a real thrill in getting to experience sex with a hot American guy with a big cut cock. It’s like a conquest.” So maybe it’s just a matter of being attracted to what you don’t have yourself? Not for everyone. Some guys are as picky with their cock as they are with their shoes. “I personally find uncut cocks a huge turn-off—they always remind me of aardvarks…and personally, I find nothing sexy about aardvarks,” says my friend Don, who is cut. “I don’t mind how they look when they are hard, sure, but if I had to choose, then it’s cut all the way. Cut cock smells good and clean.” And Don is not alone. Several of the men I asked about uncut dick winced at first, and then proceeded to express colorful statements of disapproval. But for every Don there seems to be twice as many men who absolutely love uncircumcised guys. The unfair stereotype about uncut meat is that they are somehow dirty dicks is exactly what turns some men on. In fact, for guys who love uncut dick, it’s less about aesthetics and more about the experience. It seems that sucking a nice big uncut dick is the ultimate experience for many men. “I love the extra flesh and the extra sensitivity, and I crave the scent of the tastey thick juices oozing from the foreskin”, says Matt. “I also love sliding my tongue under the skin and pulling the guy’s foreskin over my dick while we jack off together. My ultimate fantasy is getting gang-banged by a dozen swarthy uncut men… their hot meat all over my body.” “I love that they seem meatier. I love how you can make the skin come over and below the head and that you can stretch the foreskin,” says Kirk. “I prefer uncut… the way it’s like unwrapping a present… although I wouldn’t turn down a cut cock at all. Uncut just seems so raw and natural to me, and that’s super hot. Nothing turns me off more than a hairless pretty white boy with a standard-issue cut dick and a prissy attitude.” And what about the proud owners of this much debated variety of cock? Do uncut guys really get more pleasure from jacking off, fucking, and getting sucked? According to research quoted in the LA Times the answer is no. But the answer seems to be a resounding “yes” for those on the receiving end. Says my friend Darren, “It feels so much better when I get fucked by an uncut cock. It just slides in better and the sensations in my ass are different. It’s hard to explain but it feels so fucking good and it just seems easier and more natural. And jacking off a dick that has foreskin is way more fun.” Some guys appreciate uncut dick so much they try to reverse their own circumcision. They eroticize the process with toys, weights, and other devices. Others go as far as having surgery. “I’m angry that my parents circumcised me without my permission,” says Brian. “I have been doing the stretching technique to get my foreskin back, and my boyfriend loves it. The whole reversal process is erotic as well, so it works out for both of us.” It is also undeniable that the thirst for uncut cock is a huge money-maker in the gay porn industry. Just browse some of the titles online and you’ll know what I mean. Uncut Cock Pool Party. Young and Uncut. Uncut Amateurs. Latin and Uncut. Uncut Bareback. Big Uncut Dicks. The list is endless. The sheer amount of porn with the word “uncut” in the title is testament to its popularity. There are even dildos on the market with realistic foreskin. And even though you can find plenty of gay porn with exclusively cut men, being cut just isn’t exotic, so it rarely gets played up. “I would love if someone did a series called Big Juicy Cut Cocks or something like that. I’d buy them all,” says Jared. The closest thing I could find to what Jared’s appetite was a title from Wurstfilm called, My Israeli Platoon. Judging from the many men I talked to there’s a huge market for guys who fetishize big cut cock. I imagine if a major porn studio released titles like Big Juicy Cut Cocksuckers and Bareback Cut Fuckers they would make a lot of money. In the USA about 80% of all males are circumcised as opposed to about 25% in the rest of the world. But statistics show that uncut is on the rise in North America. Increasingly more new mothers are choosing to leave their baby’s foreskin alone. A hipster trend? Maybe. But perhaps one day in the future the image of a hot stud proudly wielding his big uncut dick will look just as American as the next guy. Uncut meat has been getting lots of celebrity exposure on the internet lately too. David Beckham, Jude Law, Daniel Radcliffe we’ve all seen the pictures of these hot Brits naked. Either way, it’s good news for uncut cock aficionados, and for all of us really. Light, dark, cut, uncut? Variety is the spice of life, right? So the next time you go home with that hot guy at the bar that has an uncut surprise in his pants, consider yourself lucky. I found out by accident how hot an uncut dick can be. Go ahead and try em’ both becuase you might like them equally.

(by James Aucoin)

How did someone, most likely a horny and creative man, one day long ago decide to slip something around his “Johnson” in an unabashed fashion and exploration into the unknown territory of heightened sexual arousal?

Was it necessity, curiosity or just a stab at dick jewelry?  The first written confirmation of the existence of the lovely cock ring appears in historical records from China circa 1200. Rings were made from the eyelids of goats with eyelashes intact. The flexible eyelids were tied around men’s erections and the hardened lashes were said to increase the pleasure of intercourse. Most likely used by royalty whose ability to have multiple brides, concubines and boys on the side demanded longer erections. Wacky by today’s standards but, according to historical records, effective and extra points awarded for good use of uneatable animal parts. Sort of going ‘green’ in it’s own twisted way. Way to get the ball rolling ancient Chinese cock hounds! Early 1600’s-led by the perpetually erotic needs of the Chinese-the modern day cock ring rears its blood engorged head. The ring, artisan crafted and carved into supine shapes of dragons and serpents from ivory, begin to make their way into erotic writings of the time. Brisk European trade has also shown up in the Far East. Much sought after wonders of the orient like pottery, silk, and cock rings from China join the long journey home to Europe and beyond. Between 1791 and 1844 two significant events occur to help promote the popularity of the littlest treasure of the sex tool trade.  First: the rise of the Marque de Sade and his mad need to test sexual limits, publish the findings and unabashedly promote sex for sex’s sake. The other: invention of vulcanized rubber. With the advent of rubber the bearer of the ring no longer endure the hard lump of the bone or wood contrivances of earlier models. As the Industrial Revolution begins so does the whirling wheels of the sex crazed inventors. It’s only a matter of time till some robber baron decides its time to try a ring mold in his size. Next evolutionary improvement in the cock ring realm: 1930 and the developmentof latex rubber. Once this process was perfected the ripple effect reaches into the sex toy industry. The more pliable material brought our beloved cock collaborator into it’s own. With the advent of WWII and the mass enlistment men from small towns were soon rubbing up against their more learned city living countrymen and the prevalence and use of the cock ring zeniths. As the war ends and millions who served were released from duty most large cities where the military mustered out saw Queer communities explode. The cock ring had found its champion at last and the age of the modern Gay man began. By the 1960-70’s we see rings appear in both print and filmed porn. Publicly its proudly worn around the neck as a thin, leather strap of a dick lariat and snapped around the wrist like a cuff for quick and easy access by the sexual revolutionaries of the time who believed that every act of sex-both overt and covert-is a slap in the face of the society that oppresses them. By now the cock ring is made of multiple types of materials and the choice is expansive. As AIDS rears its decimating head at the start of the 1980’s sex became taboo again until the anger and rage of the political situation pushed thousands into the street in groups like ACT UP and Queer Nation. They once again waved the flag of sexual freedom and sported cock rings like badges of honor on their leather jackets. Wearing them openly declared to all who saw them that “Gay Sex is Good Sex!’ Cock rings had at last arrived as Punks, Dykes, Queer Activists, and every day folks began to sport them as sex toys, political fashion and Queer pride. Today’s choice of cock ring is so wide and varied it would take ten articles to cover all of them. The little ring that began its journey into sexual infamy in China more than five centuries ago has now earned a place at the table with sex toy big boys like the dildo. If you’ve never tried one on or thought it was something just outside your comfort zone let me encourage you to be part of our long historically rich sexual journey as Queers and one whose story is still in progress-besides-it feels REALLY good!

(written by Waiyde Palmer)

This hot piece of ass is one of our favorite interview subjects. He is an artist, New York “it” boy and all around good guy. His interview was featured in the Issue 04/Volume 03 masked issue #2.   Here’s how it went down. (photo of Scooter courtesy of Christopher Stribley)

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Your name sounds like a 1960’s aristocrat who became a war hero. I love it. Is it a well thought out alias or your birth name?
wow that sounds really glamorous.. but I got my name working at a 7-11 years and years ago, in San Pedro California (like the madonna song) I gave myself that name while working at 7-11 cause there was this guy while I was in college that was soooo hot. His name was scooter and I either wanted him or wanted to be him! I cant remember it was sooo long ago!  All I remember is that he worked in a nearby yogurt shop and he was super sexy. I also probably used to scoot when I was a baby, much in the same way a dog does when he has worms.

Were you born into an artistic and creative family or did all your talent develop on it’s own?
My mother is a folk singer and my father painted landscapes and dried gords.  Gords are dried squash, oh and he also designed and built an adobe house in the desert in arizona.

Why the move from San Francisco to New York?
I dont know really, I just remember waking up one day in SF and thinking …. I am moving to NYC, and the next month I came here…  I did a lot of cocaine and drinking in sf so I think I needed a break and I wanted to become a recluse where no one knew me.  Now I am just a weird man here in the city trying to find his way like everyone else here… its is like we live in one big house here it is so cramped and all manhattanites are roommates, it is kind of fun really.

I fell in love with your painting  of the guy sitting on the ground performing auto fellatio under a barbwire fence  titled “Autohulk”. Is this a self portrait or was it inspired by a boyfriend or perhaps a  hot trick?
that is a boyfriend I met the month I moved here back in 2001… I love him to death, he is the sweetest kindest gentle man, and talented

I would describe your painting style as childlike finger painting for twisted adults with a big dose of what the fuck. How would you describe  it?
I would describe it as 20 fucking years of experience of painting… painting is like a relationship, it is slow, you have go be gentle and sometimes you have to be rough, you have to know when to hold her and know when to fold her, know when to walk away and know when to run.

You also create humorously crude and  edgy art for a line of tshirts worn by some pretty recognizable faces. Such as Iggy Pop, Sandra Bernhard and Perez Hilton. Were the tshirt designs something you came up with or were you approached by someone to a series of illustrations for them?
I came up with all the designs my self…except for “i take lithium” my best friend R.B. who is on Lithium designed that one… I have to give him credit for that one.

Where do you find inspiration for your work? People, places, food maybe?
Sparkles in the sidewalk, donkeys, trash, back alleys, kittens, the 1940s 1950s, and 1970s.  I have really been loving monsters lately they are sexy and ugly.

Does pornography inspire you in any way?
Yes and I just to beat off some porn last night, and onetime I beat off to this porn where this really ugly monster that was all slimy fucked this hot girl. I cant get that scene out of my head.
What sort of things turn you on visually? I love animals, and I love skinny guys and chubby  guys and skinny girls and chubby girl.  I love really expensive thing that look cheap and really cheap things that look expensive.  and donkeys too.

Your tshirt line is being sold at Patricia Field in New York and at your site. Are there any other locations one could purchase them?
i sell them at this truly amazing store in the lower east side called LIVE FAST.  Cece is the owner and she is crazy as fuck, and I love her to death, there is nothing in the world I would not do for her.  She represents a select group of artist to show in her boutique.  look her up when you come to nyc.. you will fall in love with her.  also on my website as well… go to
live fast , 57 clinton street New York
12122288863

I’ve discovered that you have a pretty large following. Would you consider yourself somewhat of a celebrity or does that sort of thing not interest you?
I dont consider my self a celebrity at all.  I spend soooo much time alone and I dont really go out to clubs any more.  I do spend lots of time contacting people and chatting with people online and meeting other artists and people who love and appreciate art.  I am a middle child so I have the Jan Brady complex and I NEED a lot of attention… I just want to be loved is all… I was ignored as a kid and I was a total weirdo as a kid to.  I was shunned for being weird my family and friends.  So now as an adult I can do whatever the fuck I want and on one can stop me, cause I pay my own bills.

What is your creative process? How long does it take you to begin and complete one of you paintings? Months? Years?
It takes me usually a month to do a nice sized painting… I start out with a tiny idea in my tiny little brain and then I start to to tiny little sketches and then do tons of research and take tons of pics usually of my friends or friends animals to get the right positions of how I want to paint the person or animals in my paintings… I occasionally go to night clubs with my camera and hit the streets with my camera and ask alot of strangers if I may take their pics.. and then they become the subject matter in the painting. Some paintings have taken just over a year to complete… and I use a special blue hue I use several of my paintings,  a special color that took me seven and a half years to perfect, I am still working on it, it is a mixture of yellows and greens and some other secret ingredients that I  can not share at this time.

Your t-shirts were also seen (for those who like some day time drama) on the long running, but no longer on the air soap opera The Guiding Light. How did that come about?
Yeah, the character Daisy, wore my tees consistently for the past three years, I think this is pretty fucking cool!!!!  My childhood friend Shawn Reeves was the costume director.  We went to junior high and high school together in a tiny itty bitty town … Las Curces, New Mexico.  We were in the drama club together as well.

Would you say you spend more time masturbating or painting?
Painting… I paint for several hours daily, and I pull on my pud in the morning.  I used to pull my pud for 48 hours straight and get on the phone sex lines and watch the most tired pornos over and over and over and over again when I was snorting speed… but those day are LONG GONE for me.

Have you ever used paint as lube? Details please if the answer is yes!
Well this is really embarrassing and you cant tell anyone.  When I was living in San Francisco, I was hard up for money and I went to this guys house, who put an ad in the paper for “models/actors”.  I went over there and he was filming these soft core porns that actually sold at book stores like borders books and barnes and noble.  Anyway, we came up with this idea that I would lather paint all over my body.  The paint consisted of baby oil and food coloring and soap.    I lathered up and he started filming.  I was playing with my self and doing soft core porn things, like tugging on my dick and caressing my ass.  The color turned from a blue to a shit brown, and it started reminding me of shit and dookey.  He really loved it and thought it was hot!!!!!!!  The thing that is really embarrassing about this is I was only paid $50 and the color stained my dick, ass and body for two weeks so I had to go for two week without sex which is like 10 years in the gay world.

What is one thing you miss about San Francisco and what is one thing you love about New York?
I fucking miss my city of San Francisco, I used to rule and own that city, I LOVE all my friends there, helium heels, auntie juanita, tammers, pippi, hekles, raven, danny, secret baby, I had the same hot sexy fuck buddies for 10 years!  and I miss them too:) ……. and the list goes on and on and on… I miss the magic and freakiness of SF there in NO other place like it.  What I love about NYC is all the visual stimulation, there is always something to see and do ANYTIME 24/7.  SF closes down early, unless you are tweaking on glass.  I did tons of drugs in SF and it was starting to set me back as well as put me in the hospital.

With so many galleries and a more international market in New York, has your move there helped you grow more artistically?
OH HELL YEAH!  If one looks at the work I was doing in SF and the work I am doing here in NYC,  one would see a huge difference, I found out more about myself here in NYC, and do hundreds of hours of painting, I am so glad I am here now it changed my life.

After we are all dead and gone, how would you like future generations to remember you and your work?
I would like future generations to think this grown man was a freak and never forgot his inner child.  His shit was erotic with a playful twist, and he like to dress up like a monster and have dirty sex.

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Jon King Career: 1981 – 1989

If you are a fan of a man who can power bottom with the best and biggest, Jon King is the guy for you. His tight, athletic, boyishly muscular body, combined with dark eyes, and vulnerability made him a star . Jon King’s start in adult films came with the 1981 film Brothers Should Do It, where he was billed as Jon King, the younger brother of J. W. King (another sexy dark haired porn icon.) As it seemed to be with most young pron actors, he had a few run ins with the law. In 1982 he stole a car on a test drive, robbed a Burger King in Gainesville FL then wrecked the car which led to eleven months in prison. After his release he was back to what he, at the time, he loved the most, being in front of the camera. One of his most memorable scenes was in a hot tub with veteran adult star Kip Noll in 1984’s Kip Noll – Superstar. The chemistry and intense sexuality between these two men was a directors dream come true and was the highlight of this title. Before retiring in 1989, he performed with most of the hottest male stars of the 80’s and 90’s, making him one of busiest men in the business.

Fimography: (some of his best work)

The Best Of Jon King (Catalina Video)
Below the Belt (Bijou Video)
The Biggest One I Ever Saw (Sierra Pacific)
Biker’s Liberty: Big Summer Surprise (Falcon Studios)
Brothers Should Do It (Catalina Video)
Fade In (HIS Video)
Fade Out (HIS Video)
Giants 2 (LeSalon)
Kip Noll Superstar 1 (Catalina Video)
Members Only (Laguna Pacific)
Printer’s Devils (Laguna Pacific)
Screenplay (Bijou Video)
These Bases are Loaded (Catalina Video)
These Bases are Loaded 2 (Catalina Video)
William Higgins Preview Tape #1

Handbooks pick: Kip Noll – Superstar